A Letter To Mama Poem by Victor Okechukwu Anyaegbuna

At tender twenty-one your matrix opened
liquor splashed and your blood trickled
painting my small protesting frame,
agile, pugnacious, glossy and yet tame.
I got to be and raised a hallo shrill
Like Cologne I arrived and sprayed the joy bill

Nurtured spasms of your hallowed womb
nursed and nourished a heritage bomb
with blessings of bliss, hope, life and joy
through your heart like a guided ploy
To carve your essence in silver and gold
In blessed purity defined your humble mould
the record of our unwavering groovy mothers
escalated in the heritage of our forthright fathers

Of cryptic affection deep passions
lightened adorable sparks in your eyes
so early that Sunday morn
the world Poppy-Day did adorn
the first year of hallowed recovery
in the latter half of the twentieth century.

As victims of two consuming World wars
were remembered with pride and tears
A loud shrill cry of new life rent the air;
and opened gates of your heirship fair
like buds and fresh green leaves of saintly trees,
that streamed a cool gentle breeze
thro' harmonic melodies of energetic early birds
that pierced early dawn stillness
in the ecstasy of wild future projects
giving wings to enduring credence
that adorned lit horizons and pierced the mist
beneath sailing clouds of dawn's energetic fist.

All hail early morning rays
of caressing rising sun peeping
through seams to declare victory
in the Universe of startling dreams.

OPUS TWO
You devoted me, your first fruit,
to Cosmic essence that tailored me in you;
Your better half conceded the humour!
Jointly you armed me with the insignia of Conqueror
Oke Chiukwu you both named me with one accord;
God's portion in your entire joint heritage
that, an unplanned humble decade
would define the seventh heaven
How amazing! How humbling!

You loved, preserved, sustained this yearning
and avowed covenant all thro' your life so amazing
It made you smile with a gladsome mind,
showered such everlasting love of your kind
that spilled over to all, not even diminished
by numerous mortal imperfections shared.

This mystical nexus dazed they who hosted
distant but related genes that betrayed fondness;
the Universal purpose in you they wasted,
trailed and denied in you for all your cares.
To plant this passion, you did not make,
so deeply in you and it wasn't a mistake
for dreams that became answered prayers.

OPUS THREE
Arrows of dread darted wild through layers;
that shot venom and trailed your passion
but could not deter the heart of gold in your mission.
Your anguish was deep, your love was manifest!
You chose to go when owls of the connubial forest
dared dreams and the essence of your being
conspired to deny and stop you seeing
the soul of your sojourn and mission;
the only magic that mellowed your vision,
swayed your passion and decision.
My coming was comedy
but your going was tragic!

Mother, you saw it all in tremor and deep pains
you spoke in shadows washed away by rains
that did not mellow but shielded torment
shot thro' devious arrows that unveiled your raiment
and sent you, nay, ultimately
to everlasting glory, prematurely.

Your anxieties I heeded and pleaded the end
with dry hardened bows that could not bend;
To tender the shots at me that hit you; to spare
you agonies of gloom and all the scare
so deep; I descended from the pinnacle of hope
into the precipice of hate hanging on a virtual rope
to appease your tender loving heart
that conspiracy ripped and shredded like a rat.

OPUS FOUR
Never mind, my dear, I mourn myself in your grave!
It's been a short while that trailed a century!
I come next eagerly, nay fearlessly, I crave
because home is where you are now free from injury
but your assignment, I will conclude and complete
even through more pains than did you deplete.
E'en as your eyes dimmed to anguish of beguiling smiles
that concealed deviltry in the image of the Cross.

With virtual shelter over your heads
That will appease your denied souls
I may also recall from protest, your humble souls,
and halt your sojourn under rain, shine and heat
in your erstwhile territory of forfeited hopes;
to placate my fateful nescience all these years.
I will avail also to your secondary seeds you also loved
that our reunion shall be so moved
no one ever will anymore rip apart.
As it was in the beam of your large heart
that on the great soil of destiny you did define
what gods of matter did not and could not refine.

OPUS FIVE
Father, discount too, my nescience so bloody
that rattled your pride of mortality and valued legacy.
When Cosmic clouds beset mortal mission,
loudly shall be declared your heritage and vision;
From the lone rejected stone that stole poverty
to make wealth in the doldrums of property
vanishing like mobile clouds when the rain is gone
to set bushes ablaze when life is done.

Even volatile righteousness of evaporating flesh
broke bonds of spirit to increase dust in relish
that the worth of fortune terrene cannot avail.
Eagerly I look forward to days that will reveal
the essence of our reunion so desired and so sweet.
Let your intercession stand unhampered and complete!
Let them revel and continue to celebrate immodesty
on extinguished flames that once defined carnality.

OPUS SIX
You both welcomed me first before
And will welcome me first again at the fore!
I look forward to it, a gratuitous parley
devoid of clay and spirit, guile and envy
At one score and one began the sweet lore
That ended bitterly at nine and four score.

At five score and ten posthumous epochs
I shall be yours again in glory, mission accomplished
Then in our trinity, the beheaded heptad
to genetic sources of the realm will present
in the hallowed dawn of fate and atonement
for betrayed dreams grown on peer infatuation
at the dusk of infertile orchestration
when realms of moderation and sagacity
were aborted in the belly of clothed purity.

September 19,2020